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Yeah, still haven't written up Miss Saigon. Maybe I'll do it by hand at work tomorrow and type it up later. These were written by hand Friday night on the Metro.
Last two Fringe shows: Captain Freedom and Who's Your Baghdaddy?
Captain Freedom - Not much to say here. Definitely Fringe-y. Insubstantial, funny in the moment, plenty of fun, but doesn't muck stick. (and I wrote this ON THE WAY HOME, which probably says something.) Captain Freedom went to Superhero school, got hired by the major conglomerate, worked his way up, and then got downsized. He ends up Overlord of Homeland Security, though, so it's all ok in the end. And I have to say, I like the idea of an Overlord of Homeland Security.
Who's Your Baghdaddy? - This is the show Charlie Fink is producing this year, and while's it's no Super Claudio Bros., Charlie has good taste. You can't really compare the shows, anyway. What makes both work is that they are deeply silly and deeply serious at the same time, and they strike that balance well. Here, the subtitle "How I Started the Iraq War" is actually answered in a serious fashion, even if one of the more awesome take-home memories is Harry Winter doing the low-voiced refrain of "Who's your Baghdaddy?" in the wonderfully silly title rap.
We are given three glittery "funditz" as our chorus and guides as we follow the information given by informant Curveball, first to his ambitious German handler, then the CIA's analysis of said information and the skepticism of a former field agent who is now that middle-manager everyone ignores, and finally to David Kay at the Iraq Survey Group following this trail to nowhere. There are serious repercussions for some of the people involved, yet the real failures aren't rectified and the skeptic, the one who kept saying "You guys, this smells wrong", is the one who we really see pay professionally. It's the Bush administration.
We also get to watch the shallow, skanky, bedazzled funditz (one of whom is a bearded guy in pigtails) bicker amongst themselves. They are a little much at times, but they also lend the necessary air to the proceedings - without their place as gleeful participants/witnesses/creators, some elements might seem more truth than speculation. (I suspect the slutty soldiers are meant to evoke Englund and Graner, which is a nice touch.) They keep things manic and fringe-y, which is important as the end is sobering as hell and really does support the subtitle of "How I Started the Iraq War". In many ways, it comes down to one person, and that one person isn't Curveball.
In short, the show was a lot of fun, and I look forward to what Charlie will bring us next year.
Last two Fringe shows: Captain Freedom and Who's Your Baghdaddy?
Captain Freedom - Not much to say here. Definitely Fringe-y. Insubstantial, funny in the moment, plenty of fun, but doesn't muck stick. (and I wrote this ON THE WAY HOME, which probably says something.) Captain Freedom went to Superhero school, got hired by the major conglomerate, worked his way up, and then got downsized. He ends up Overlord of Homeland Security, though, so it's all ok in the end. And I have to say, I like the idea of an Overlord of Homeland Security.
Who's Your Baghdaddy? - This is the show Charlie Fink is producing this year, and while's it's no Super Claudio Bros., Charlie has good taste. You can't really compare the shows, anyway. What makes both work is that they are deeply silly and deeply serious at the same time, and they strike that balance well. Here, the subtitle "How I Started the Iraq War" is actually answered in a serious fashion, even if one of the more awesome take-home memories is Harry Winter doing the low-voiced refrain of "Who's your Baghdaddy?" in the wonderfully silly title rap.
We are given three glittery "funditz" as our chorus and guides as we follow the information given by informant Curveball, first to his ambitious German handler, then the CIA's analysis of said information and the skepticism of a former field agent who is now that middle-manager everyone ignores, and finally to David Kay at the Iraq Survey Group following this trail to nowhere. There are serious repercussions for some of the people involved, yet the real failures aren't rectified and the skeptic, the one who kept saying "You guys, this smells wrong", is the one who we really see pay professionally. It's the Bush administration.
We also get to watch the shallow, skanky, bedazzled funditz (one of whom is a bearded guy in pigtails) bicker amongst themselves. They are a little much at times, but they also lend the necessary air to the proceedings - without their place as gleeful participants/witnesses/creators, some elements might seem more truth than speculation. (I suspect the slutty soldiers are meant to evoke Englund and Graner, which is a nice touch.) They keep things manic and fringe-y, which is important as the end is sobering as hell and really does support the subtitle of "How I Started the Iraq War". In many ways, it comes down to one person, and that one person isn't Curveball.
In short, the show was a lot of fun, and I look forward to what Charlie will bring us next year.